“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

His intent in Framework 2 was so clear that his creative spontaneity was retained to a large degree despite the blankets he threw upon it. [...]

(During the whole half-hour of the experiment I shivered constantly, and felt very cold even though I was covered by a blanket. [...]

[...] I could feel the blanket over me and my pillow at neck move in odd fashion as if my physical body was making unaccustomed movements, but thought I was motionless. [...]

[...] And I have taken away some of your comfort blankets, but don’t cry, ‘cause I’ll give you something better instead.”

[...] You will only be blanketing your feelings and inhibiting your energy and power. [...]

[...] The pattern of his clothing and blanket forms a triangular shape, very similar to the shadow shapes on the snow; these forms can be called pyramid easily enough. [...]

Now: Dictation (slowly and softly). The unknown reality: It cannot be expressed in the cozy terms of known knowledge, and so you must stretch your own imagination, rouse yourself from mental lethargy, and be bold enough to discard old dogmatic comfort blankets.

From Session 839 for March 7: “The quality of identity is far more mysterious than you understand, for you assign an identity in a blanket fashion, say, to each living thing. [...]

[...] I was engaged in a contest to see if I could help Jane get ready for bed, set the alarm and the electric blanket, turn out the bedroom lights and open the curtains and a window—all before I gave out in a heap on the bed. [...]

“Then, later, as in one of the dreams I got off the train, then went back inside looking for myself, in the other dream I got up, dumped coal in the stove and spread my overcoat over the blankets on the bunk in the barrack — and woke up in the tent. [...]

[...] I was very thin beneath the blanket, which I believe was an ivory color.

[...] They expect from each other a kind of blanket approval that neither of you give. [...]

[...] For I still felt my body against the bed—I lay face up, covered by a blanket—as though my body was pasted to the bed. [...]

[...] A blue blanket on the bed where they sleep? [...]

[...] Jane was swinging some kind of big bath towel or beach blanket around. [...]

[...] I am not given a blanket permission to take over when I please, nor would I desire such an arrangement. [...]

[...] Deliberately experimenting, I then moved my right hand a bit so that I became aware of feeling the blanket beneath it. [...]

[...] You bring along your own “security blanket”, for one thing. [...]

[...] I cannot blanket my plane with rain or snow.

[...] I don’t believe that there can be any single answer or blanket explanation, but we have had two readings involving such children, and I can give you the explanations offered in these specific instances.